Union Square stole my heart. Something about this corner of New York is different. The materialism fades, the cliques meld, and eye contact with strangers is made. If I lived near NYC I would paint this park all the time. This was painted on site, looking down Broadway from the steps of Union Square.

The heart of New York is obvious. It’s the people. During my visit I drew residents and tourists alike. Even as an outsider, it was easy to make out who was who. I drew them in parks, in museums, at protests, and on trains. It was my goal to draw fast enough to not get caught. Here are a couple pages of my discreet sketches.